wished to know what account had been given of the affair: but, on advancing, I saw a second person in the chamber – a woman sitting on a chair by the bedside, and sewing rings to new curtains. That woman was no other than Grace Poole.
There she sat, staid and taciturn-looking, as usual, in her brown stuff gown, her check apron, white handkerchief, and cap. She was intent on her work, in which her whole thoughts seemed absorbed: on her hard forehead, and in her common-place features, was nothing either of the paleness or desperation one would have expected to see marking the countenance of a woman who had attempted murder, and whose intended victim had followed her last night to her lair, and (as I believed) charged her with the crime she wished to perpetrate. I was amazed – confounded. She looked up, while I still gazed at her: no start, no increase or failure of colour betrayed emotion, consciousness of guilt, or fear of detection. She said ‘Good-morning, miss,’ in her usual phlegmatic and brief manner; and taking up another ring and more tape, went on with her sewing.
‘I will put her to some test,’ thought I: ‘such absolute impenetrability is past comprehension.’
‘Good-morning, Grace,’ I said. ‘Has anything happened here? I thought I heard the servants all talking together a while ago.’
‘Only master had been reading in his bed last night; he fell asleep with his candle lit, and the curtains got on fire; but, fortunately, he awoke before the bed-clothes or the woodwork caught, and contrived to quench the flames with the water in the ewer.’
‘A strange affair!’ I said, in a low voice: then, looking at her fixedly, ‘Did Mr Rochester wake nobody? Did no one hear him move?’
She again raised her eyes to me; and this time there was something of consciousness in their expression. She seemed to examine me warily; then she answered –
‘The servants sleep so far off, you know, miss, they would not be likely to hear. Mrs Fairfax’s room and yours are the nearest to master’s; but Mrs Fairfax said she heard nothing: when people get elderly, they often sleep heavy.’ She paused, and then added, with a sort of assumed indifference, but still in a marked and significant tone, ‘But you are young, miss; and I should say a light sleeper: perhaps you may have heard a noise?’
‘I did,’ said I, dropping my voice, so that Leah, who was still polishing the panes, could not hear me, ‘and at first I thought it was Pilot: but Pilot cannot laugh; and I am certain I heard a laugh, and a strange one.’
She took a new needleful of thread, waxed it carefully, threaded her needle with a steady hand, and then observed, with perfect composure –
‘It is hardly likely master would laugh, I should think, miss, when he was in such danger: you must have been dreaming.’
‘I was not dreaming,’ I said, with some warmth, for her brazen coolness provoked me. Again she looked at me; and with the same scrutinising and conscious eye.
‘Have you told master that you heard a laugh?’ she inquired.
‘I have not had the opportunity of speaking to him this morning.’
‘You did not think of opening your door and looking out into the gallery?’ she further asked.
She appeared to be cross-questioning me, attempting to draw from me information unawares. The idea struck me that if she discovered I knew or suspected her guilt, she would be playing off some of her malignant pranks on me; I thought it advisable to be on my guard.
‘On the contrary,’ said I, ‘I bolted my door.’
‘Then you are not in the habit of bolting your door every night before you get into bed?’
‘Fiend! she wants to know my habits, that she may lay her plans accordingly!’ Indignation again prevailed over prudence: I replied sharply, ‘Hitherto I have often omitted to fasten the bolt: I did not think it necessary. I was not aware any danger or annoyance was to be dreaded at Thornfield Hall: but in future’ (and I laid marked stress on the words) ‘I shall take good care to make all secure before I venture to lie down.’
‘It will be wise so to do,’ was her answer: ‘this neighbourhood is as quiet as any I know, and I never heard of the Hall being attempted by robbers since it was a house; though there are hundreds of pounds’ worth of plate in the plate-closet, as is well known. And you